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State St. and if he only had a wheelbarrow he could save some of his stock. I showed him where it was and told him to take it and welcome. The intense heat in the neighborhood of the fire created a vacum and lifted whole roofs of homes burning in the air and swept them over our heads eastward towards the lake. Carpets were torn up and carried to the roof when water was poured over them, but although the roof was of slate the wood of the cornice was constantly igniting. It all seemed to me like a realization of "the Last Days of Pompeii" which I had just read. As I look about me here in my studio at Onteora in the midsummer of 1917 and see the many books and souvenirs of that old Chicago home I marvel at the amount we saved for